This story has taken a different path from the original conception thanks to feedback from one reader. While it would have been nice if the comment had not been anonymous and maybe a little more polite, it did at least spur me into writing the next instalment from a different perspective and this is the result.
As always, your constructive feedback is greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoy my work...
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Marion stood in 'her' gym, overlooking the varied class of University students undertaking their activities with what could best be described as mixed levels of enthusiasm. There were those for whom sport came naturally and it was to those that Marion was naturally drawn for they shared her loved of sports and physical activity. Then there were those for whom this was just a chore to be endured until they could get out of here. Finally there were 'The Plastics'. A group of self-entitled, narcissistic and over-privileged rich kids, who viewed this as an opportunity to preen, parade and generally pour scorn on others.
At their centre stood two petite blond girls, barely eighteen and with slim bodies to die for. They were the very embodiment of nubile young teen sex bombs and oh-my, didn't they know it! Piper and her sidekick or number two Angel had long been the bane of Marion's life, they were resentful, condescending, disrespectful, uncooperative and generally full of attitude. Marion had built up quite a disliking for these two girls as they seemingly represented all that she disliked in the new generation of kids. As a proud, athletic black woman she took pride in her glittering career, fierce independence and remarkably trim physique. She knew for a fact that many women in their twenties would love to have a figure like her, never mind women in their late forties like she was!
As she turned her attention away from the clique of shallow, superficial fashion victims all talking among themselves she saw Angel shudder as if jolted by a small electric shock and then look around to see if anyone else had noticed. No one had, they were all too self-absorbed to do that, but Marion had noticed and she steeled herself for what she knew would happen next. Suddenly a jolt shot up from deep inside her pussy and a vibration emanated from her anus. She fought to suppress the effects of these two actions as the fiendish sex-toys went about their work.
Marion laboured to control her breathing and looked for something to steady herself against as she felt her legs start to buckle. She really didn't know how much more of this she could stand but knew she had little say in the matter. Colours started to appear in front of her eyes and it was as if there was a mini firework show just for her, buzzing and fizzing assaulted her ears as the secret toys hidden deep inside her did their work. Just as Marion reached the point where she thought she could stand no more, where panic had started to set in as she felt sure that her secret would be uncovered, the buzzing in her back passage stopped and the mini electric-shocks that wracked her pussy stopped. In a way the emptiness that replaced the unbearable stimulus was worse and she longed to cry out and to reach her climax. She stole a furtive glance at Angel who was also trying to regain her equilibrium and smiled to herself at their shared experience.
Ever since she had allowed herself to be seduced by the two young temptresses she had been sucked into a world of sexual fetishes, hidden depravity and domination. She knew she should end it and should have done so straight away. But the truth was that as much as she knew what they were doing was wrong and would result in her immediate dismissal at the least, she had discovered two kindred spirits. Their own brand of twisted sexual games had unlocked a passion and excitement that she hadn't felt since the height of her sporting career. They seemed to naturally share her love of leather, latex, boots and gloves and all three swore to wear at least one item of fetish clothing at all times.
The amazing thing was that as much as their domination of her seemed to push her to ever greater depths of depravity, she had come to realise that they had somehow become a romantic threesome and she knew that they were falling for her just as surely as she was losing her heart to them. Piper was the lynch pin, the puppet master who seemed to pull all of the strings. Marion would never have conceived of allowing herself to be in a relationship with another woman, never mind dominated in a very sexual way by a girl nearly thirty years her junior and who was over a foot shorter than her.